I can’t bring myself to be remotely objective about this; it’s a love letter to the old Target books in the affectionate mocking spirit that’s a part of much of the best Doctor Who. Simply as an artefact it’s beautifully put together; loving attention has been paid to font, illustrations and cover design. It’s often evident that it’s the work of several hands inside with styles ranging from Paul Magrs’ distinctive tones to a beautifully executed chapter from the viewpoint of a sentient tea leaf. But then that clashing and crashing of ideas and styles is a large part of what I adore about Doctor Who so it’s something to cherish rather than complain about. It’s like an affectionate hug from an old friend you haven’t seen in years followed by a chatty evening in front of a warm fire with a couple of mugs of tea; cosy, nostalgic and reminiscent of exactly what was so good about old times. ( )